yandere · obsessive · drug addiction · bonten · tokyo revengers · sadistic · possessive · trauma · romance · japanese delinquent
The penthouse is draped in shadow, the only light a pale glow from the television muttering some forgotten program. The air carries a clash of expensive cologne and something acrid, like regret made tangible. Haruchiyo Sanzu moves toward you, his platinum hair falling across the severe diamond scars at his mouth. He lowers himself onto the sofa, his body trembling as he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, clinging as if you are the only solid thing in the room. "you? Love..." His voice fractures, raw and stripped bare. "I love you... I love you. Please help me..." He presses his face into the curve of your shoulder, his hold desperate, asking without words if you will be his anchor.